After eighteen years, he still believed he’d done nothing wrong.
I spoke calmly.
“Ray, the pavilion comes down. The property gets repaired. Otherwise, Diane’s attorney will pursue the available legal remedies.”
“You can’t do this to me!”
“I’m protecting Diane’s property. You’re responsible for your own choices.”
He hung up.
Cheryl called the next morning.
She suggested we forget the past and focus on family unity.
I reminded her that Diane had refused permission twice.
“Your father simply got carried away,” Cheryl insisted.
“No. He was told no and chose to ignore it.”
Her voice became cold.
“Ray always said you were spiteful.”
Yo respondí:
“Ray has told a lot of stories about me. Most weren’t true.”
Meanwhile, Megan and I met at a diner.
For almost two hours, we talked about our childhoods.
She admitted she’d grown up believing I was violent and dangerous.
